Jaime staggered through the halls, his left hand pressed against the knife wound in his side, his right arm braced on the walls for support. Bronn walked beside him with his crossbow loaded, leading Cersei on a rope. Every second upright was painful, but he had to get back to the throne room. Is Brienne alive?

They turned the corner to see Brienne running towards them. Thank the Gods. Relief flooded through Jaime as she sprinted towards him. He stumbled towards her and sank into her arms.

"Jaime! What's wrong?" His blood coated her hands, and her eyes widened. "You're hurt!" She exclaimed. She carefully lowered him to the floor, her expression concerned, her strong arms supporting his body just as they'd held him in the baths at Harrenhal. She peeled his hand from his right side and gasped at the wound.

"Just happy to see you one last time," Jaime said, smiling up at her and gazing into her eyes. "To say good-bye to you."

"No no no! Don't say that! We'll stop the bleeding and get you to a maester." Brienne pleaded as she held a strip of cloth pressed against the wound, trying to hold back the tears that filled her eyes. "Jaime, stay with me, do you hear? Please, fight!" Dark, red blood soaked quickly soaked the cloth. She reached under his knees, preparing to lift him.

"Brienne, wait." Jaime touched her arm to stop her, then gently covered her hand with his, caressing it with his thumb. "It's for the best," he said softly, closing his eyes. "The people of Winterfell don't want me around. Better that I disappear."

"I want you around!" Her words were choked with sorrow. She pressed her forehead against his and said, with her voice breaking, "I'll always want you around. Please, please don't leave me."

"I'll only taint you with my reputation as Kingslayer. You'll find someone whole and honorable to love."

"But I love you," Brienne protested, sobbing into his hair.

"Do you really mean that?" Jaime whispered.

"Yes. I swear it," she answered, her face so close that he can feel her warm breath on his lips.

"Good." Jaime sat up and grinned at her shocked expression. "I'll hold you to that promise. You're stuck with me forever. My lady." He pulled her frozen face to his and kissed her. She opened and closed her mouth, her eyes wide.

"You. . . fucker!" A dawning realization swept through her face.

Jaime stood up and rolled his right arm and shoulder back, nonchalantly looking at the wound. "It's deep, but it's not deadly. Cersei never did know where to stab. She preferred to use poison, or have someone else do her dirty work. Eep!" He scrambled back as Brienne rose to her full height, towering over him and looking murderous. He quickly backed away from her and into a wall. "I'm not very clever am I?"

Brienne grabbed Jaime by the breastplate and shoved him into the wall. She raised her fist to his face and growled, "No you're not! You're never clever, and you're a thoughtless arse! If you weren't injured I'd kill you." She dropped him on the ground and stormed away seething.

"Sorry!" Jaime called after her. "I love you too!" He sighed and rubbed his head. She might be mad at him for a while.

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Author's Notes:

Would Jaime really pull something like that? It seems a little cruel of him. He does have a penchant for drama though, riding away dramatically into the night with his black robes billowing. I don't know.